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After a while, you'd think one would get used to the sights of blood and gore. Sure, it's only been a month, but still, I shouldn't be getting nauseous at crime scenes anymore. Especially not after the Lazarus Coven killings, as they came to be known. Yet here I was, gagging, tasting vomit at the back of my throat, at the sight of something not nearly as bad as my first crime scene. I had only seen two of four bodies then, and those two had been burned to a crisp, melted together.
Now, there were mere shapes and lumps strewn about, twisted limbs, flesh, and organs.
I gagged again, and brought an arm in front of my mouth to keep from retching.
After all, it's nothing like the movies.
"It's not all that bad," Charles said, looking around as though he were in an art museum. "I've seen worse."
I glared at him. "Worse than people torn to shreds?"
He glanced at me, smiled. "Yes. I've seen it actually happen in front of me."
Hey, I couldn't exactly argue with that. And it was kind of pointless to play rock, paper, scissors to see who had seen the worse; I'd been a Watcher for a month, Charles had been alive for over a thousand years.
No contest.

Before I could answer, the bloodsucker just had to put his two cents in, as always.
"Whatever did this made a very clean getaway," he said, as he had outside. "There is no foreign scent, aside from the four humans. Which means that this is a very strong beastie we have on our hands."
Joy.
"So, do you know exactly what kind of beastie?" I asked. He shook his head.
Ah-ha! Mr. Smarty-Pants-Know-It-All-Look-At-Me-I'm-A-Sexy-Vampire didn't have an answer for that one. And point for me...
"No, but looking around here will definitely narrow it down. One things for sure: It's not a draugr, ghoul, or death hound, like in our last case."
"Oh, that's reassuring," I snorted. "Especially if it made a mess like this."
We came to the basement door and paused. It was cracked open. If the police had investgated,it would still be all the way open. Why hadn't they looked down here?
As Charles opened the door, I saw why. There was no blood anywhere on the stairway. But still, they should've investigated it...
Or maybe they were saving the worst for us.
The worst is always down in the basement.
Even though there was no blood as we descended, there was a body lying in the middle of the floor. Well, most of a body. It had been torn limb from limb, bits and pieces strewn about like upstairs. So why was there no blood?
"You said you smelled blood from four victims," I said. "Then who's this?"
"This," Charles said, staring at the pieces of the body in shock, "Is a surprise, even to me."
I looked at him, mouth agape. "What?"
"This victim must have been drained dry before they ripped it to shreds."
"So you're saying we have a rogue vamp on our hands?" I asked.
"It's very possible."
s**t.

"The victim was drained dry before being torn to shreds," I said before Charles could. "That's why he only smelled four different bodies, not this one. It's dried up like a prune. That's why we think it's a rouge vamp. A damn powreful one at that. Not necessarily big," I said in response to her comment. "Just old and powerful. As old as Charles here."
He shook his head. "There were only three vampires as powerful as me; Rector, Secuutus, and Mortacai. All three of which you, me, Terry, and Daniel took down two weeks ago."
"Are you sure they're dead?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Charles stared hard at me.
"No," he said.

((TERRY, IT WOULD BE NICE OF YOU TO JOIN US!! xd ))

"What do you mean, no?" I cried. Even though I had asked the question in all seriousness, I hadn't exactly expected Charles to answer as he did. "The way we killed them... they have to be dead!"
"Anything is possible," was all Charles said as he walked up the stairs. I stared after him in utter awe and partial terror, before following him to the main level and out the front door.
"What'd you find?" Jamison asked.
"Possible vampiric killings," Charles said. "There's a dismembered body in the basement that was drained of all blood before it was chopped up."
Jamison paled. "What?"
"Yeah," I said. "Believe me, it was a surprise to us, too. We're thinking rogue vampire. Then, of course, Mr. Early had to drop the bombshell that one of the three vampires from two weeks ago might not be dead after all."
"How can you know that?" Jamison asked, in partial shock.
"Anything is possible," Charles said again.

I laughed, feeling some of the tension released as he left. "Maybe he has a stick up his a**?" I suggested, looking at the spot where he disapeared.
"What are you here for anyway? And how did you know I wasn't human? And what are you? What do you do for a living?" I asked. The words flew from my mouth quickly, all of the questions on my mind rushing out.

((I don't mind. It's only a little wave, not like your making her character do much.))

I was confused. "Watcher's watcha-ma-call-it?" I asked, looking at him. I only caught about half of what he had said, and I wasn't sure what he meant. (Writers block stressed )

A loud whimper was heard from the side of the house; on further inspection, there was to be found a small wooden tool shed, and hushed whispers came through soft and sweet.
Behind the closed door, fifteen year old Mave held her little sister close and kissed the top of her head. "Shh, shh, it's all right, Fey, they can't hurt you... I won't let them hurt you..." The young girl sobbed uncontrollably, but quietly.
"I d-don't want them to c-come baaack..." she hiccupped miserably.
"They won't, baby, it's all right..." Mave cooed. Her hair fell into her face just as she heard footsteps from a couple of yards to the door. Phoenix became tense under Mave's embrace as her darkened blue eyes narrowed to mere slits. "They will not come back." The footsteps stopped, and Mave let out a breath of relief.
Then, the door swung open.